#also I’m trying out a new watermark

[eclipsedrawsthings]

Woe selkie AU be upon ye!!

This idea’s been giving me brainworms for a couple days now, so here we have:

Seal Haru

Matsealokas, which is a pun I’m inordinately proud of and will not shut up about

Rei’s first encounter with a selkie, an event which he will convince himself was a dream for a few years

Kid Haru in human form

Do Not Let The Banana Pose Fool You, This Seal Does Crimes

The nice thing about selkies is that their animal forms are very easy to draw. Seals are extremely Shape.

Like my art? Consider reblogging so more people can see it!

[eimehh]

Springtime

Original Painting by Pierre Auguste Cot

[dragonfoxjun]

Y’know what, fuck it. This person already got a reaction out of me, so might as well make a proper announcement about it.

DO NOT FOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT. THIS IS NOT ME:

If you have a twitter account, I would appreciate it if you report it for impersonation.

This is my own twitter account:

Any new post that gets posted here and is supposed to stay here will have my tumblr blog url as a watermark. I’ve already gone through my posts that are supposed to stay here and slapped that watermark on there. Anything without is usually posted to all my other socials and that’s going to include my twitter account from now on.

As for the critter blog, those drawings have also been watermarked with the blog url as they aren’t supposed to be posted anywhere else.

I’ve stayed quiet about this long enough because I thought I could handle it by myself. But I left it alone for too long and it made my frustration boil. So I’m just putting it out there, if there’s an account using my name on a social media that’s not listed on my carrd, please report it. Always be careful on the internet.

Please disregard what I said in the last post. I will continue to post here like normal and take the steps necessary to try to discourage the fake account from taking my art from here. I know it’s a pretty quick change of mind, but getting this off my chest has helped me clear my head and go back to wanting to post here.

Thank you for reading this if you did…

[artyandink]

amoralism | eighteen

SUMMARY: You and Dean Winchester are the top agents from Major Crimes. You’re also assigned as partners on the same case- a crime syndicate is running loose and buying out most of downtown New York. He hates you cause you hate him. You hate him cause you think he got in his position with his daddy’s influence. But this case is personal to one of you more than the other- and you may be getting too personal for comfort.

TW: smut, angst, reader’s mad at Sam for a bit, death

Song Inspo: River - Bishop Briggs

SERIES MASTERLIST

erraticism

The kitchen was warm, the kind of warmth that came from both the stovetop’s steady heat and the familiar pull of old memories, memories that held Dean’s face like a watermark on every corner of your heart. You’d told yourself you’d make it through this evening, get through one meal, without breaking down. It was, you reasoned, just a meal—no hidden meanings, no sentimental attachment, just food. You were cooking for Sam, his kids, maybe even yourself, if you could stomach it.

A half-sliced onion sat in front of you, blurred slightly by the tears that had managed to sneak past your resolve. The chopping board bore the aftermath of a few haphazard cuts, and for once, you didn’t care about the details. As you brushed your wrist against your cheek, wiping away the evidence, you heard the quiet creak of the kitchen door. A pair of footsteps crossed the linoleum. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice came softly from behind you. There was a hesitation in his tone, a wariness that only someone like Sam would notice—someone who saw the tension in the set of your shoulders, someone who knew the silent language of hurt.

“Hey,” you murmured, voice wavering. You swallowed hard, trying to disguise the tremble as just another cough. But your heart was pounding now, because in Sam’s presence, the flimsy walls you’d built against the loneliness started crumbling all over again.

Sam shifted, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance down at the mess on the cutting board, the half-prepared meal you were putting together for his family. He said nothing about the onions, or the tears, or the fact that he’d seen you wipe your face a second ago. Instead, he cleared his throat softly.

"You, uh… need a hand?” he offered, his tone careful.

You shook your head quickly, staring down at the countertop, hands gripping the edge of the cutting board as if it were a lifeline. “No,” you said, a little too quickly. “I’m fine. Just trying to… get this done.”

Sam’s silence filled the kitchen, thick and heavy. Then he took a step closer, close enough that you felt the warmth radiating from his presence, steady and calm. Sam, the rock, the one who never wavered. You almost hated him for it, because even now, even when he was standing there watching you unravel, he was steady.

“I know you miss him,” Sam said quietly, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I miss him, too.”

The words were simple, but they hit you like a punch to the gut. Your hand slipped on the knife, and you felt the sting before you saw the thin line of red blossoming on your fingertip. You cursed under your breath, but Sam was there in an instant, grabbing a paper towel and pressing it gently to your hand. He held it there, his fingers brushing against yours, grounding you in a way that felt too painful to bear.

You could have told him, right then, that it wasn’t just missing Dean. It was the hollow, aching emptiness that gnawed at you every day, the feeling that some part of yourself had been ripped away and left bleeding. But the words stayed trapped in your throat, strangled by the weight of everything you hadn’t said, everything you hadn’t let yourself feel.

“Why did he leave, Sam?” you whispered, the question slipping out before you could stop it. Your voice was raw, edged with anger and heartbreak. “He just… vanished. No explanation, nothing. How could he do that?”

Sam was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor. He let out a long, slow breath, as if he’d been holding it in for far too long. When he finally looked up, there was something in his eyes—something haunted, something that hurt just to look at.

“He didn’t want to leave,” Sam said, his voice barely a whisper. “But… he didn’t have a choice.”

You stared at him, the weight of his words settling heavily on your chest. “What are you talking about?”

Sam hesitated, and you could see the conflict flickering across his face, a struggle that he was clearly losing. He looked at you, his gaze piercing, as if he was finally letting you see something he’d kept hidden for far too long.

“He’s undercover,” Sam said finally, the words tumbling out in a rush. “With Hell.”

The room seemed to freeze around you, the air thick and suffocating. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words, but they felt like shards of glass, cutting and splintering with each second. “Undercover?” you repeated, barely able to wrap your mind around it. “With… Hell?”

Sam nodded, his expression grim. “He’s been… posing as one of them. A Knight of Hell. It was the only way he could get close enough to take them down from the inside. It was a… high-risk mission. The kind you don’t come back from easily.”

The world tilted, and you had to brace yourself against the counter, your hand shaking as you struggled to process the words. It didn’t make sense. Dean—your Dean—working with Hell? Pretending to be one of them, playing a part so dangerous that he’d had to disappear, to cut you out of his life completely.

“He didn’t tell me.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but you could feel the fury bubbling up inside you, the betrayal like a poison in your veins. “He didn’t even tell me.”

Sam’s gaze dropped, and you could see the guilt etched into every line of his face. “He thought it would be safer,” he said quietly. “He didn’t want you to get hurt. And… he thought it would be easier if you didn’t know.”

“Easier?” The word slipped out like a snarl, laced with all the anger and heartbreak that had been festering inside you for months. “Easier for who, Sam? For him? For you?” You pushed him away, the paper towel falling from your cut finger as you took a shaky step back. “He just… he left me, Sam. He vanished, and you let me think he didn’t care. You let me believe I wasn’t enough.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and painful, and for a moment, Sam looked as if he’d been struck. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. The silence stretched between you, heavy and unbearable.

“He thought he was protecting you,” Sam said finally, his voice hoarse. “He didn’t want you to know. He didn’t want you to… suffer.”

You laughed, but it was a bitter, hollow sound, echoing off the walls of the kitchen. “Well, congratulations, Sam. Mission accomplished. I didn’t suffer at all, did I?” The tears were hot against your cheeks, and you could feel the anger trembling inside you, ready to explode. “Do you have any idea what it’s been like? To wonder every single day why I wasn’t enough to make him stay?”

Sam’s face crumpled, and he took a step toward you, his hand reaching out as if to offer some kind of comfort. But you stepped back, crossing your arms tightly over your chest, a barrier between you and the man who had kept this terrible secret.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said softly, his voice breaking. “I thought… I thought it would be better this way. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

You wanted to forgive him, wanted to let go of the anger and the hurt, but the betrayal was too fresh, too raw. You felt as if you’d been ripped open, your heart laid bare, bleeding and vulnerable. And in that moment, you couldn’t see past the pain.

Without another word, you turned and left the kitchen, the half-prepared meal forgotten on the counter, the smell of onions and garlic mingling with the bitterness in the air. You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Because the truth was, you weren’t sure you could forgive Sam. And as for Dean… you didn’t know if you’d ever be able to look at him the same way again.

The abandoned parking lot was desolate, a stretch of cracked asphalt bathed in cold, dim streetlight. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city that felt a world away. You spotted him immediately, standing in the shadows by an old Chevy, hands shoved in his pockets, head bowed as if he were deep in thought. But he knew you were there—you could tell by the way he shifted, just slightly, just enough to let you know he’d been waiting.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. The anger simmered beneath the surface, roiling through every vein, every heartbeat, every breath. But even as you approached, that familiar ache spread through your chest, warring with the fury that had driven you here.

“Dean,” you called, your voice sharper than you’d intended. He looked up, and for a split second, his face was raw, open, vulnerable. Then his expression hardened, that wall you knew too well slipping into place. He was so good at building walls, at hiding behind that tough, sardonic exterior, but you weren’t here to let him hide.

“Figured you’d find me eventually,” he said, the words almost casual, like you were meeting up for a drink rather than tracking him down in the dead of night. His voice was gruff, edged with something unreadable, but there was a flicker in his eyes—a flicker of guilt, maybe regret, though he hid it well.

“Eventually?” The word shot out like a bullet. “You were planning on just… waiting until then, huh? Leaving me to keep wondering why I wasn’t enough for you to stay?”

Dean’s jaw clenched, and he looked away, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. It was a familiar gesture, one that usually made you soften, but tonight it only fueled the fire burning inside you.

“What do you want me to say?” he muttered, his voice low, almost defeated.

“I want you to tell me the truth, Dean!” The words came out louder than you intended, echoing off the empty lot. “I gave you everything I had. Everything. And you just… walked away. Left me without a single word, like I meant nothing to you.”

He winced at that, just a flicker, but you caught it. He could pretend all he wanted, but you knew him too well. You knew the man behind the bravado, the one who felt too deeply, cared too much, even if he would never admit it.

“It wasn’t like that,” he said, his voice softer now, the edges smoothed out. But he didn’t meet your gaze, his eyes fixed somewhere over your shoulder.

“Then what was it like?” You stepped closer, refusing to let him retreat into his own silence. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you lied to me. Like you decided what was best for me without ever giving me a say. Like you didn’t trust me enough to let me in.”

His mouth opened, then closed, his throat working as if he were struggling to find the right words. “It wasn’t about trust. I was trying to protect you.”

You laughed, a hollow, bitter sound that seemed to hang in the cold night air. “Protect me? By disappearing? By letting me think I didn’t mean anything to you?”

“It was the only way I knew how,” he said, the words tumbling out like a confession he’d been holding onto for far too long. He ran a hand over his face, looking exhausted, like he’d been carrying the weight of this lie for so long it had become part of him. “You don’t know what it’s like… the things I’ve seen, the people I’ve lost. I couldn’t let that happen to you, sweetheart. Not you, not when I finally had you.”

“Dean, I would have gone with you,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper, the truth of it raw and undeniable. “I would have stayed by your side, no matter what. But you didn’t even give me the chance, you lost me again.”

He shook his head, finally meeting your gaze, and the pain in his eyes was a mirror of your own. “You deserve better than this,” he said, his voice rough, almost angry. “Better than me. Better than this… life you had with me. I’m not worth it, you hear me?”

“Maybe that’s not for you to decide,” you shot back, and the words hung between you, sharp and unyielding. You took another step closer, close enough that you could see the way his hands were clenched at his sides, the tension radiating from him like a physical force. “Maybe I loved it, maybe I wanted us, even if it’s fucking corny!”

The silence stretched between you, thick and charged, neither of you willing to break it. But you couldn’t hold back anymore, couldn’t keep all of it inside. “I gave you everything, Dean,” you said, your voice breaking. “I loved you, and you just… ripped yourself away like it didn’t matter. Like I didn’t matter.”

For a moment, he looked shattered, like your words had cut him to the bone. He opened his mouth, as if to argue, to defend himself, but then he stopped, his shoulders sagging as if he were carrying the weight of a thousand regrets.

And then, without warning, he closed the distance between you, his hands reaching for you, pulling you in. Before you could react, his lips were on yours, the kiss fierce and desperate, like he was pouring all the things he couldn’t say into that single moment. It was a kiss that spoke of years of missed chances, of words left unspoken, of the love that had always simmered just beneath the surface, too dangerous to name.

You melted into him, your anger and heartbreak mingling with the overwhelming relief of finally, finally being in his arms again. His hands cupped your face, his touch gentle despite the desperation in his kiss, and for a brief, fleeting moment, everything else fell away—the lies, the pain, the betrayal. All that mattered was the way he held you, like he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers if he let go.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, you could feel his breath coming in shallow gasps, his heart pounding in sync with your own. His hands stayed on your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had slipped free, his gaze searching yours with a vulnerability that took your breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the words rough and broken. “I’m so damn sorry. I thought… I thought this was the only way to keep you safe.”

You closed your eyes, trying to steady yourself, to hold onto the anger that was rapidly crumbling beneath the weight of his touch. “Dean, I didn’t need you to protect me. I just needed you to let me in.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hands falling to his sides as if he’d run out of strength, out of excuses. “I know, baby,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “But I didn’t know how. I still don’t.”

You reached for him, your fingers finding his, lacing together in a silent promise. “Then let’s figure it out. Together. Please?”

For a moment, he looked at you like you were something he’d never dared to hope for, something he’d believed he could never have. And then he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as if he were afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear.

The anger and hurt hadn’t vanished; they were still there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be addressed. But for now, in his arms, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way forward. Because despite everything, despite the lies and the pain, you still loved him. And maybe that was enough.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, cradling it. “You didn’t give up on me.”

Title: The Devil’s Due

The warehouse was dark, its windows clouded with years of dust and grime. Outside, thunder rolled in the distance, casting a grim tone over the night. You, Dean, and Sam were hidden in the shadows of a forgotten industrial part of town, a place where no one would look twice at a gunshot, let alone the storm that was about to unfold. This was it—the night you’d been planning for months, the moment where every move, every risk would come to a head.

You looked over at Dean, who was busy checking his guns, his expression the usual mixture of casual and focused, a look you knew all too well. Sam, meanwhile, was pacing a little, more serious, his eyes scanning the warehouse perimeter. He was already in mission mode, a study in steely calm. But Dean, as always, looked like he was just here for a good time.

He caught you watching him and gave you one of those infuriatingly cocky grins. “See something you like?”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, rolling your eyes but unable to keep the smirk off your face. “You wish.”

Dean’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Can’t blame a guy for hoping, can you?”

“You two,” Sam cut in, though you could see the corner of his mouth twitch in amusement. “Can you just get this out of your system now?”

“Hey, if you can’t have a little fun before a firefight with the devil himself, what’s the point?” Dean replied, slinging his rifle over his shoulder with that easy, practiced motion that always seemed to come naturally to him.

“Right,” you said, crossing your arms as you looked him up and down. “Big talk for the guy who’s pretty much a magnet for bullet wounds.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry about me. Worry about how we’re gonna celebrate after this,” he replied, lowering his voice just enough to make your pulse jump. “Once we’re back in one piece, that is.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll have to save you just to shut you up,” you muttered, but your voice softened, the challenge sparking something undeniable between you. It was the same thing that had been simmering for years, flickering just beneath the surface, always on the verge of tipping over.

Sam rolled his eyes but grinned. “How did I get stuck with the two of you again?”

“Hey, Sammy, you love us. Admit it,” Dean said, flashing his brother a wide grin.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s just get this done,” Sam muttered, shaking his head, but there was a warmth in his tone, a certain relief in having both of you by his side. No matter what happened tonight, the three of you were in this together, just as you always had been.

The plan was simple but risky—lure Lucifer and his men to the far end of the warehouse, separate them, and take out Lucifer before he had the chance to retaliate. It had taken months to get close enough, months of careful planning and coordination. But tonight, it would finally pay off.

As you moved into position, the silence stretched, tense and expectant. Every sound seemed magnified—the click of your gun, the shuffling of feet, the low hum of anticipation in the air. Then you heard it, footsteps echoing down the hall. Lucifer’s team was moving in.

Dean’s eyes met yours from across the shadowed aisle, his expression shifting into something deadly serious, the playfulness vanishing. You gave him a small nod, your fingers tightening around your weapon. This was it.

The first gunshot rang out like a crack of lightning, splitting the silence. Chaos erupted as bullets tore through the air, and you ducked behind a stack of crates, adrenaline flooding your veins as you fired back. The warehouse became a battleground, the roar of gunfire echoing in every corner, a cacophony of noise and violence.

Through the haze, you caught glimpses of Dean moving with deadly precision, his eyes sharp and focused as he fired round after round, clearing a path toward Lucifer. Sam was on the other side, his gun blazing as he covered Dean’s advance, each movement practiced and coordinated.

You focused on the guards, taking down anyone who got too close, watching Dean and Sam’s backs as they moved in tandem, their unspoken bond honed from years of fighting side by side. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him—the man himself, Lucifer, standing at the far end of the warehouse, his expression smug, almost amused.

“Well, well, well,” Lucifer drawled, his voice carrying over the din of gunfire. “I have to admit, you three put on quite a show.”

Dean leveled his gun at him, his expression hard and unyielding. “This ends tonight, Lucifer.”

Lucifer laughed, the sound chilling in the darkness. “You think you can just waltz in here and take me out? Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

Dean’s gaze didn’t waver, his voice steady as steel. “I know exactly who you are. That’s why we’re here.”

Lucifer smirked, lifting his gun, and in that instant, the warehouse seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them—Dean and Lucifer, predator and prey, locked in a deadly standoff.

“You’re just like your father,” Lucifer sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. “Always biting off more than you can chew. But look where that got him.”

The mention of John was like a spark to dry tinder, and you saw the flash of fury in Dean’s eyes, the anger that had been smoldering there for so long igniting into something fierce and unstoppable.

“Say one more word,” Dean growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “I dare you.”

Lucifer just laughed, his eyes filled with a twisted glee. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hit a nerve?”

And then, with a movement too quick to follow, Lucifer raised his gun. But Dean was faster. His gun fired, the shot echoing like a thunderclap, and Lucifer staggered, a look of shock and disbelief flickering across his face as he crumpled to the ground.

For a moment, everything was still, the silence thick and heavy, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Lucifer, the man who had haunted your lives, who had torn through families, who had left a trail of destruction in his wake—was dead.

Dean lowered his gun, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, his face a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He looked over at you, and for a moment, you just stared at each other, the weight of the victory settling over you like a heavy, bittersweet shroud.

Sam joined you, his expression grim but satisfied. “It’s over,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking between you and Dean.

Dean let out a low, shaky laugh, running a hand over his face. “Yeah. It’s over.”

The three of you stood there, side by side, the warehouse silent around you, and in that moment, you knew that whatever came next, you’d face it together. Because this wasn’t just a victory—it was a promise, a reminder of everything you’d fought for, everything you’d lost, and everything you’d gained.

And as Dean’s hand found yours, squeezing gently, you felt a warmth blossom in your chest, a flicker of hope that, for the first time in a long time, felt like it might be real.

The drive back to Sam’s house was quiet, the kind of silence that settles in after a storm, heavy with both relief and exhaustion. After months of planning and nights wondering if you’d ever see an end to it all, Lucifer was gone. And now, there was nothing left but to go home.

Dean kept his hands steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, but every so often, you’d catch him glancing at Sam in the rearview mirror, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. It had been too long since the three of you had felt something like peace, and even longer since Dean had been back at Sam’s place—back with family.

As you pulled up to Sam’s house, you felt the familiar warmth of the place wash over you. The small, unassuming house had always been a sanctuary, its modest walls hiding years of laughter, arguments, and all the little moments that made it a home. As the three of you walked up the steps, the porch light casting a soft glow over the night, you felt Dean’s hand rest on your shoulder, a small gesture that said everything he hadn’t had the chance to say.

“Feels good to be back,” he murmured, his eyes warm as he looked around.

“You sure?” Sam teased, unlocking the door and pushing it open. “Last time you were here, you nearly started a fire trying to ‘cook dinner.’”

“Hey, that was a one-time thing,” Dean shot back, feigning offense as he walked inside, glancing around at the familiar space. “Besides, you’ve probably missed my cooking by now.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully as you followed Sam in. “If by ‘cooking’ you mean ‘burning toast,’ then sure.”

Dean chuckled, but the sound softened as he took in the sight of the house—photos on the walls, toys scattered across the living room floor, the unmistakable signs of a family at home. And then, as if on cue, a small voice called from down the hall.

“Dad? Is that you?”

Sam’s son, Dean Jr.—little Deano, as his uncle called him—padded into the room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. At the sight of his dad, he broke into a wide grin and ran over, wrapping his arms around Sam’s legs.

“Hey, bud,” Sam said, crouching down to give his son a hug. “Guess who else is here?”

Little Dean turned, his eyes widening as he spotted his uncle. “Uncle Dean!” he cried, running over and throwing himself into his uncle’s arms with a squeal of excitement.

Dean scooped him up, grinning like a kid himself as he lifted the boy high into the air. “Hey, squirt! Look at you, growing like a weed!” He ruffled the kid’s hair, his expression softening as he looked at his nephew. It had been far too long since he’d seen him last, and he seemed to drink in every detail, the pride and affection clear in his eyes.

“Mom says I’m getting big and strong!” Little Dean declared proudly, flexing his arms for emphasis.

“Damn right you are,” Dean replied, his voice warm. “Strong enough to wrestle a bear, I bet.”

The boy’s eyes lit up at the challenge, but before he could answer, a soft, muffled cry drifted from the back room. Little Dean’s attention shifted immediately, his face lighting up as he tugged on Dean’s arm.

“That’s my baby sister!” he said proudly, his voice filled with the excitement only a big brother could muster. “Do you wanna see her?”

Dean hesitated for a split second, but then he nodded, his expression softening even further. “Yeah, kiddo. I’d love to.”

With little Dean leading the way, the three of you moved down the hall, Sam watching with a quiet smile as Dean followed his nephew’s eager footsteps. When you reached the nursery, Sam slipped inside first, motioning for you and Dean to wait just outside. He came back a moment later with his daughter cradled in his arms, her tiny fingers curling around his thumb as she blinked sleepily up at him.

Dean’s breath caught for a moment as he looked at the tiny bundle in Sam’s arms, his expression filled with a mix of awe and something softer, something that lingered in his gaze as he reached out carefully, as if he were afraid he might somehow break the fragile moment.

“Dean,” Sam said softly, his eyes glinting with pride and something unspoken. “Meet my daughter, Emily.”

Dean reached out, his fingers brushing the soft fabric of her blanket as he looked down at her, his eyes misting just slightly. “Emily,” he murmured, his voice rough but tender. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

The baby cooed, her tiny hand reaching up to grab at his finger, her grip surprisingly strong for someone so small. Dean let out a soft chuckle, a hint of wonder in his voice. “Look at that. Got a grip like a vice already.”

Sam laughed, his voice a mixture of pride and relief as he watched his brother meet his daughter for the first time. “Yeah, she’s a tough one, alright.”

You watched as Dean’s expression softened, the usually hard lines of his face relaxing as he gazed down at his niece. It was a side of him you rarely got to see, a side that was quiet and unguarded, filled with a love that didn’t need words.

As the night wore on, the four of you gathered in the living room, little Dean falling asleep in his dad’s lap while baby Emily dozed in your arms, her tiny breaths soft against your chest. Dean leaned back on the couch, watching the scene with a contented smile, his hand resting on your knee, a silent reminder of his presence.

For a while, you all sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the past few months lifting with each passing moment. It was a peace hard-won, a quiet filled with the warmth of family and the knowledge that, no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

Dean glanced over at you, his eyes warm as he murmured, “Feels like home, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, leaning into his side, a smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. It really does.”

You were finishing up in the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, the last traces of exhaustion finally starting to catch up with you. It had been a long day—a long few months, really—and there was something quietly comforting about the nighttime routine, the familiarity of it all. You wiped your mouth and took one last look in the mirror, trying to convince yourself that sleep was the only thing you needed right now.

Then, you saw him in the reflection, his figure filling the doorway as he leaned against the frame with that easy, self-assured grin. He walked over slowly, slipping behind you, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

Dean’s hands slid around your waist, pulling you back gently, his breath warm against your neck as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss just beneath your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing. “Been waiting all night to get you in bed.”

You smiled, meeting his gaze in the mirror, raising a brow as you tried to keep your voice steady. “I’m just finishing up.”

He chuckled softly, his hands slipping up to cup your chin as he tilted your face slightly, giving him better access to your neck. He pressed another kiss, slow and deliberate, trailing along the sensitive skin just below your jawline. “You know,” he murmured, his words a little teasing but softened by the warmth in his voice, “I could be more patient if you didn’t look so damn tempting every time I look at you.”

You rolled your eyes, but a shiver ran through you as his hands slid down, his fingers brushing along your waist, grounding and gentle. “Always so smooth, aren’t you?”

He grinned against your skin, letting out a soft, breathy laugh. “I try.”

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around your middle as his lips continued their slow, steady path along your neck, every kiss sending a wave of warmth through you that melted away the last remnants of your exhaustion. There was something about the way he touched you—intentional, unhurried—that made you feel as though the rest of the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of you in this quiet, shared moment.

You turned slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “Alright, you win.”

Dean’s grin widened, his fingers tracing a slow line down your arm as he led you from the bathroom, his movements gentle but sure. He kicked the door shut behind him, the room bathed in a warm, dim light that made everything feel softer, more intimate. As he pulled you toward the bed, his hands slid up to frame your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“Been a long time since I got to just… be with you,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, the playfulness softened by a warmth that made your heart beat a little faster.

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was soft and slow, his hands moving to slide over your shoulders, grounding you, anchoring you to him. You melted into his touch, feeling the last bits of tension slip away as his hands traveled along your back, his touch reverent, as though he were memorizing every inch of you.

The world seemed to fade away, replaced only by the warmth of his skin, the quiet, gentle weight of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against yours.

You felt yourself get lost in Dean’s kiss, the world around you fading into a soft haze. The way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours, was intoxicating. There was no urgency, just a simmering heat that built between you, and it sent shivers down your spine. You melted against him, every worry, every fear, every bit of stress from the past few months evaporating into the air, leaving only this moment, this feeling.

As you pulled away slightly, you looked up into his eyes, the warmth and intensity there making your breath hitch in your throat. Dean’s gaze held a mix of affection and longing that made your heart race. “You okay?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver through you.

“Yeah,” you replied, smiling softly. “Just... you.”

“Just me?” he asked, feigning hurt as he stepped back slightly, giving you a dramatic pout. “I thought I was more than just ‘you.’”

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he said, closing the distance again, his fingers curling around your waist as he pulled you closer. “But I like hearing you say it.”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you decided to change the subject. “So, what’s the plan? You just going to keep kissing me all night?”

“I mean, if that’s what you want,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “Hmm, maybe I’ll allow it, but you’ll have to earn it.”

“Earn it?” he echoed, feigning incredulity as he stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do I look like, a dog doing tricks?”

“More like a flirt trying to charm his way into bed,” you shot back with a smirk, stepping closer again, forcing him to drop his bravado.

Dean chuckled, his posture relaxing as he closed the space between you once more. “Alright, fine. What do I have to do to earn it?”

“First, you could start by taking off that stupid jacket,” you said, glancing pointedly at the leather that had become a staple of his wardrobe. “You wear it everywhere.”

He laughed, clearly enjoying the banter, and shrugged it off dramatically, tossing it onto the chair in the corner. “Done. What’s next?”

“Next, you can help me out of this,” you said, gesturing to your oversized T-shirt that had been your go-to for comfort.

“Now that’s something I can get behind,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You want me to help, or do you want me to just rip it off?”

“Whoa there, caveman,” you teased, rolling your eyes again. “Let’s keep it civil for now. Just help me with it.”

“Fine, fine,” he relented, stepping closer again, his hands gently tugging at the hem of your shirt as he lifted it over your head, exposing the soft fabric of your tank top underneath. He paused for a moment, just looking at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, warmth blooming in your chest as you met his gaze. “Thanks,” you murmured, feeling a little shy under his scrutiny.

“Now it’s my turn,” he said, pulling his own shirt over his head, revealing the familiar contours of his muscular frame. You took a moment to appreciate the sight, the way the soft light of the room accentuated the curves and lines of his body, the way he held himself with such confidence.

He grinned at you, clearly enjoying your reaction. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“Just... wow,” you admitted, shaking your head slightly as you tried to regain your composure. “You really need to stop being so distracting.”

“Me? Distracting?” he asked, pretending to be innocent as he stepped closer again, his hands moving to your waist once more. “I think you’re the one causing all the trouble here.”

“Yeah, right,” you said, leaning into him, letting your body press against his, feeling the heat radiate off him. “I’m not the one who started this.”

“Touché,” he replied, leaning down to capture your lips in another slow, lingering kiss, this one more intense, the heat rising between you like a living thing. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until you were lost in him again. His hand ran through your hair, gently unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down, lips descending to the arch of your throat.

You couldn’t help but moan, your nails raking down his arm, right as his fingers pushed your panties aside and pushed slowly into your pussy, biting his lip and groaning at how tight you were. “Haven’t had anyone but me, baby? Good girl.”

Oh, you weren’t getting out of that bed anytime soon.

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[pippin-katz]

Some Thoughts About Queer Platonic Relationships In Dead Boy Detectives

So, something that a lot of fans have been talking about is whether or not they think/want Edwin and Charles to be dating, or be queer platonic friends.

Side Note: it’s refreshing to see something like this being talked about by fans in a respectful and chill way. I think it’s because there’s no “loser” or “bad” option out of the two.

It’s been on my mind, and I wanted to share an idea I had! I would personally like to see Edwin and Charles become lovers; I’m just a sucker for pairs that are so devoted to each other like they are. But I wouldn’t have a problem with them being queer platonic friends either, especially since there’s less representation of those in visual media.

That’s when I had the thought!

I’ve been blabbering to my parents and friends who have seen the show that I really want them to bring Monty back if we get a second season. It would be so fun for him to turn back into a human and join the gang permanently now that Esther’s gone, but that’s a separate post.

But the concept of having Monty back opened a whole new door in my brain.

Bring Monty back, and make him and Edwin queer platonic friends!

At first I was like, yeah that would be cute, but then my brain did some more turning. I realized that it’s actually a brilliant, perfect idea for them.

Monty was a crow. He’s inexperienced in the human world aside from what he learned to blend in. Edwin is the first human being he genuinely connected with, in any capacity. Edwin is as much his first friend as he is his first love.

Monty was going along with Esther’s plan after he thought Edwin didn’t care, but as soon as Edwin says that he genuinely does and that he is his friend, he crumbles. Monty can’t do it.

Look at me, making my own GIFs with a little watermark and everything :3

He’s willing to directly betray Esther by getting Edwin out of the forest. Even if the Cat King hadn’t shown up, he was screwed. There’s no way she wouldn’t have found out if he had literally helped them escape her plan rather than complete it. It took Monty only a few seconds to decide, and his decision was a death sentence. He knew that, and still tried to get him to safety.

Monty then betrays Esther a second time after she kidnaps Edwin and Charles. He hears Edwin’s screams, sees Charles struggling, and chooses to help. Who knows how long it would’ve taken Charles to get his backpack by himself?

Since Crystal apparently couldn’t just fucking hand it to him, but that’s also a separate post.

All this being said, Monty does care about the squad. When he confronts Esther, he says, "You didn't tell me that mushroom thing was gonna completely eradicate them."

Key word: them. He could've said "him", referring to Edwin since he's the one Monty's in love with, but he says "them", as in both Edwin and Charles. He doesn't want to see that happen to either of them. He also asks Esther about her plans for Crystal after she's gotten the ghosts, showing thoughtfulness rather than ignoring her fate entirely. So, he would make a believable addition to the group outside of his crush on Edwin.

Speaking of his crush on Edwin, Monty knows that Edwin is in love with Charles. He knows that he and Edwin aren't going to happen. He knew that even while he tried to get Edwin to safety, but only brought it up when Edwin accused him of pretending to care. He's freaking out and terrified, but it doesn't feel like he brings up Charles out of malice. He seems genuine about it, almost as if he's trying to help Edwin realize it. Monty knows that he's struggling with his feelings; that's what they talked about on the swing set.

Honestly, I think he only runs away because Edwin lashes out and calls him a crow, like an insult, like just being a crow is unforgivable rather than him being Esther's crow. I don't think Edwin actually cares about him being a crow since he's not literally a crow after being turned human. If Monty had gotten to talk to him again after the forest before he was turned back, I think he would've forgiven him. Plus, he's fine with the Cat King and his ability to shift between the two forms, and with Tragic Mick, who once, was a mighty walrus, king of the deep- sorry, couldn't resist.

That all being said, Edwin is the first human being he's truly connected with. He really likes him and enjoys spending time with him. He also knows his romantic feelings are one-sided, but that doesn't stop him from being his friend (after he gets his hurt feelings out of the way).

I think it would be incredibly sweet if Monty got turned back into a person, and now that he's free of Esther's control, join the group, and be besties with Edwin. This little crow-boy who's new to humanity and freedom, truly getting to learn and experience the world, with the help and guidance of the first person he ever connected with?

Tell me that's not the sweetest thing ever! That would be the my preferred QPR 🥹

(ko-fi)

[photopeablr]

this blog is such a cool idea!! i'm fairly new to gifmaking and still learning how to get the best out of photopea. i was wondering if you knew of a way to get gif overlays to work seeing as there isn't a timeline function? like when one gif blends into another with like an ink effect? i was trying and failing yesterday 😅

hello!! thank you for the question <3 apologies for the wait on this tutorial, but follow the steps under the cut below to learn how to make a gif like this!

Before you do anything, make sure you know how many frames your gif is going to be. This is vital for this tutorial, as you are going to be blending gifs together and to do so, you need all of them to be the same length.

step one: the transition gif

Once you have found the gif overlay you want to use for your transition (I will be using the first one from this pack), open it in Photopea. Since you should know how many frames your gif is going to be, make sure you delete the unnecessary frames from the gif overlay. For example, my gif is going to be 36 frames, so I will make sure to delete any other frames I don’t want besides 36 frames. You will also probably need to rename the frames that you’re going to be keeping; with the gif overlay I’m using, all of the frames are titled something like “_a_frm0,30”. However, my gifs end with “,50”, so I need to change the names of the 36 frames of this overlay so they all say “_a_frm0,50” for all 36 frames. This is arguably the most tedious bit of the entire process, which is why I do it first before anything else.

Now you will need to save two different versions of this gif. The first version will be for the “first” gif, and the second version will be for the “second” gif that your gif will transition into. As you likely noticed, gif overlays are black and white; for this tutorial, the first version will be the gif as it comes, and the second version will be inverted. Below are what mine look like after having cropping and resizing the gifs to the size I need them to be for my finished product:

In order to do the inversion, while selecting the folder of your gif overlay on the “Layer” panel on your right, go to Layer… > New Adjustment Layer > Gradient Map…. With the pop up that shows up, check the “Reverse” button to invert your gif overlay. Save this version as well as the other version without the inversion.

step two: creating the transition

after creating both your gif overlay versions as well as the two gifs you’re going to transition between, open up all four of the completed gifs you have created thus far.

Copy over the gif overlays on top of their respective gifs (so, your first gif should have the first version of the gif overlay, and the second gif you want to transition to should have the inverted version of the gif overlay). To copy over the gifs, right click and select Duplicate Into… and select the gif that the overlay will be on. You will want the black of these overlays to show up on both of them, so make sure you set the blending mode on the gif overlay to “Multiply” (you don’t have to change anything about the actual gif that is going to be part of the transition).

Once you have completed this, go to Layer > Animation > Merge in order to combine the gifs with the overlay on them. These are what my gifs look like with the gif overlay transition over them:

step three: final gif

Create a new canvas by going to File > New and creating one with a black background and sized to the size you’ve cropped your other gifs. Duplicate your merged gifs into this canvas, first gif on the bottom above the Background layer and the second gif above that first gif.

You don’t have to do anything to the first gif, but for the second gif, you will need to change the blending mode to “Screen” for the transition to work properly.

From here, do anything else you would like to do to your finished product (add your watermark, do typography, etc). Once you’ve done what you wanted for your finished product, merge your gifs again using Layer > Animation > Merge and then save your gif.

And you’re done! You have successfully completed your gif overlay transition. :)

[dvinity01]

Candy Red Panda Adoptable

I’m trying out new artstyles to find which one i feel most comfortable with so ya’ll better expect many adoptables coming up from me hehe :3 -timelapse on my instagram- 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 🟢[[𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]]🟢 Bid to adopt! (Can come with a TH on request!) Starting Bid(SB): $35 USD Minimum increase(MI): $2 AUTO-BUY(AB)1: $60 AB2: $90 (AB1 + you also receive a color palette + commercial use rights) AB3: $165 (AB1&2 + commercial use rights! + ref sheet; front & back, color palette, and other details such as name, likes dislikes etc can be added too) —————————————————————————————— Currently accepting Payment through 𝐏𝐚𝐲𝐏𝐚𝐥 only!

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🔶 PLEASE ONLY BID IF YOU CAN AFFORD IT, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓!

🔷 Other currencies also accepted but exchange rate should be equivalent to the mentioned price in USD

🔷 you can do whatever you wish with it after you’ve done your full payment ✯ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓/OC 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞✯

🔷 image without watermark, transparent png, and higher resolution will be sent after full payment.

🔷 reselling of adoptable is allowed for less than or at the same amount (unless extra art has been made)

🔷 please inform me incase you’re unable to pay, DO NOT GHOST ME=BANNED

🔺No Returns/Refunds ◽️I can offer payment plans if needed ◽️i can hold for AB or Bids higher than SB

[dandelionsresilience]

6 Months of Dandelion News!

Since apparently I can keep up with my goal of posting 10 positive news stories every week, I’m gonna try to keep it a regular thing :D

A few of you have asked for ways to financially support me (tysm!), so

I have repurposed my old Patreon for you guys! patreon.com/kaybarr

I’ll be posting doodles there roughly every month highlighting something from each week’s compilation (hopefully, if I can keep it up) - doodles for March and April are up already! Samples under the readmore :)

You can also make one-time contributions via cash.app/kaybarr1735

Any donations I receive for this will be used for unavoidable expenses like medication, cat* supplies, and utilities. Thank you so so much for the support I’ve already received!

*Cat tax, sample doodles, and links to the last 6 months’ posts below the readmore:

(2024)

March 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

April 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

May 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

June 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

July 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

August 1-7 / 8-14 / 15-21 / 22-28

Dandelion Doodles:

I’m currently playing catch-up to try and post four unwatermarked doodles every month (probably all at once) to Patreon, each based on one of the news articles from each week. I’ve made the March set (of which the first pic below is one) available to all paid patrons - as little as $2/mo - and the April set (second pic) to patrons supporting me with $5 and up, but that $5 tier has a 7-day free trial!

Rules about whether curating is considered a plagiarism/copyright issue have been difficult to figure out, so for now I’m gonna stick with posting the news on Tumblr, but $5+ Patrons will get to see these doodles (unwatermarked) on a monthly-ish basis, occasionally I’ll open it up to all Patrons ($2+), and at my discretion I might share one or two elsewhere, like Tumblr (watermarked).

[isabelly-smelly]

my tumblr masterlist

sims 4

ellie williams & dina woodward in sims 4

tlou part 2 farmhouse progress

misc posts about palestine made by me

pro-palestinian music artists

list of pro-palestinian and pro-isnotreal celebrities (i’m trying to edit this post whenever i find out new information)

Fundraiser for Alaa Abu Matar’s family in Gaza

Video from Alaa Abu Matar

Second update about Alaa Abu Matar and his family

art

asking for help with watermarks (not a post of my art, just asking for tips)

general rules/DNI

DNI homophobes, transphobes (including terfs), misogynists, anyone who doesn't consider themself a feminist, zionists, racists, pro-shippers, neil druckmann supporters, AI "artists," doxxers, people who defend predators/abusers, people who sexualize minors/animals/violence, people who objectify characters/real people, people who write smut about real people, etc.

do not DM me anything sexual, it makes me uncomfortable (& i will block you).

my account is sfw so i do not mind anyone 13+ looking at my posts but if you're younger than that get off Tumblr (please).

do not re-upload my posts (unless they are the posts about Palestine, i do not mind if you copy and paste those elsewhere).

random post list & extra information about me/my tumblr under the cut-off!

random posts

random post about being at a wnba game

photos of emily engstler from wnba game

rant/asking for help about searching wnba on tumblr

phoebe bridgers sleep music

problematic tlou fanart

extra information about me & my tumblr

this is the only blog of mine that i am active on.

i speak english but can read a bit of spanish (i am still learning), however if someone sends me a DM in another language i will try and use google translate to respond (however that never seems to work well).

i am an artist but i don't post my TLOU fanart on social media anywhere due to mainly using my personal art Instagram (which is not linked anywhere on this Tumblr) for "original" art (aka not fanart). it also is hard to post art online now due to how many websites are stealing art to "train AI."

the majority of my reposts are about Palestine/Congo/Sudan and i do not think that will change any time soon (because i only want to repost information that i think is important). if you are uneducated about Palestine/Congo/Sudan, please look through the accounts i have reposted or look at journalists from those places. my intention is only to amplify their voices, not to speak over them. additionally, i intend to use the tags relating to those places so people have more access to information regarding them (via my posts that list journalists from palestine or reposts).

if i post something that sounds "weird" tone wise it may be due to my autism (because that makes it harder for me to read tone and express my feelings with the correct tone when writing & speaking).

i will edit this post over time (as most people do with their masterlists). all of my posts should be sfw (at least they are right now).

[thatmoththoth]

Advice for beginner artists:

1: Many people can be very rude and unforgiving when it comes to art, but just because one person calls your art trash doesn’t mean you shouldn’t keep trying. It can be very discouraging to see people hate on your art, but you know what? screw those people. They are needlessly spreading negativity and you are amazing and great and awesome. Keep making stuff just to spite them, be cringe, he free, draw whatever the hell you want (as long as you aren’t hurting anyone with it) and do it for your own enjoyment and to spite the jerks who think you aren’t good enough.

2: you don’t have to put “do not steal” on things. If someone wants to steal your art, I’m sorry but they are going to steal it despite that. Make a watermark and put it somewhere on your art that’s somewhat out of the way but still in a place where it can’t be cropped out, that way if someone does repost it it can be traced back to you. Just writing “do not steal” on it makes it so that it’s not identifiable only to you, so it doesn’t really help.

3: don’t fret if someone takes inspiration from a design of yours, if you see a character with similar elements that doesn’t completely rip off your design that is perfectly fine. Creatives are in a constant state of bouncing ideas between eachother and I’ll be honest, we’re hardly ever original with the stuff we make.

4: that being said, also don’t be afraid to take inspiration from other creatives! That doesn’t just apply to taking inspiration from artists, you can be inspired by music or stories as well. As long as you don’t copy them word for word with barely any changes, you are perfectly fine.

5: tracing art is perfectly fine as long as you don’t claim it as your own art and are doing in in order to learn. When tracing think about the way the lines go together and how they form to Lear as much as possible from it. Heck you can trace my art, I am perfectly a ok with that.

6: there are many actually good tutorials on YouTube, you just have to know how to look for them. When looking for something id avoid searching with question like “how to draw an owl easy for beginners” and rather use questions like “how to draw owl proportions”. The former will give crappy tutorials that don’t really show the process, and the latter will teach you the actual fundamentals. A really good channel when it comes to learning art is Winged Canvas. They have videos on Color Theory, proportions, etc…

7: don’t worry about “finding your style” just yet. As your art grows and improves your style will come naturally over time. Trust the process.

8: if you feel like you have a really cool idea but want to wait until you’re better at art to do it? Do it now. If you constantly are waiting till you are better at art, you will never do it. Do it now, and if you feel like it when you are better at art, then you can always go back and redraw it.

9: draw backgrounds. It sucks I know, but if you start now in your journey, you won’t have to go through this whole thing of being amazing at drawing everything else but backgrounds. It… it is not fun. That being said you don’t have to draw them all of the time because you’ll probably get burnt out it you force yourself to do that every single time.

10: be kind you yourself. It’s tough beginning a new hobby, you aren’t going to be as good as someone who has 10+ years of experience, so don’t compare yourself to other artists. If you stick with it and have fun doing it, eventually you will be the one with 10+ years in art, and when that happens, I can’t wait to see what you can achieve.

-sincerely, Thoth

[noodlesarekawaii]

Another piece done for @sivosmellzz 5/12 pieces done! I’m pretty happy with how this one turned out and love the colors! 🙌✨

Also tell me if you like the new watermark thought I’d try making a new one for the new year! 😋

[peachysunrize]

I really really want you to know that I don't meant it. This is my second page that I made ages ago and you can block it too. I just don't want you to think that I did that on purpose I was planning to tag you in the morning but it just slipped my mind. I'm really really sorry. And I want to tell you that I really appreciate that you and others also spend time to make gifs and share them with us. Again I'm terribly sorry. I hope you will accept my apology.

New response: I’m actually BAFFLED by how petty this response of yours under your post is

“These gifs are horrible but nobody will be mad” idk maybe I have the fucking right to be mad???? 8 gifs isn’t a joke, but you took them and gave no credits just to say no one will be mad as if I don’t have the right to feel that way…

Not to mention apologizing after being called out would mean nothing, but I did accept it before seeing this. From now on I will be a total bitch about my gifs.

Previous answer under the cut

Hi! I appreciate that you reached out and explained yourself, and I accept your apology but you need to understand that tagging the og creator takes a few seconds.

It’s a matter of respect. I’m new to gif making and the whole gif side of the fandom but I put so much work on my gifset and so do others!!! With taking our works (not just you others as well) you demean the hours we spend on them, making it seem so easy to make sets and color the gifs and caption them etc etc—

Moreover, it demotivates us and we have to put our watermarks on them which makes the gif look ugly and no one wants that, at least I know I don’t. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last, but this is disheartening and disrespectful.

I was trying to be kind to remain positive in the fandom But it made me sad and I won’t filter my feelings about it. It was a wrong thing to do because with every like and reblog you can see the post in your notifs. It upset me greatly because I don’t get paid for it, I don’t have a ko-fi or anything of that sort.

And I’m not going to delete the post I made because those were my true feelings. I am deeply wounded and I will not hesitate to say it.

[candieduranium]

my solution to the AI art problem. note that this solution is still very much in development, and feel free to add anything you feel would help in the comments.

as you probably know, ai art is one of the most hated things of the 21st century, but not everyone wants to ban it. here is my solution to this issue:

the limits of who can make ai art - in order to gain access to an ai that makes art, you must have a government-issued license. every time someone with a license wants to make ai art, they must use their license to sign into a website where the ai tools are stored. i am also considering changing the policy to the human having to go to a physical building to make ai art. it is illegal to make ai art without a license, and violating this law will result in a fine. i’m not sure how much the fine should be yet, but it should definitely be enough to discourage folks from ignoring it.

how ai art should be treated - every piece of ai art is watermarked with two things: the letters “AI” and a number code. every piece of ai art ever made has its own code to go with it, and every time a new piece of ai art is made, it is uploaded to a data bank owned by a major art museum. (maybe the government? whoever is most relevant to the situation and trustworthy with the information.) whenever someone is suspicious that another person has broken a law about ai art, they can simply send the image to the owner of the data bank and the owner can check to see if the ai art is valid or not. ai art also is not used to make finished products and is instead used for design concepts, inspiration, etc. this tool is great for creators who want to further their creative abilities without relying too much on the ai.

again, please note that this plan is NOT THE FINISHED PRODUCT !! i actually have not been keeping up with the policies other folks are trying to pass, so i may have said things others have already thought of 😅. please point out any mistakes i made as well as add anything to the post you think would improve it! thank you for reading, and i hope an effective plan is executed soon.

[pregnantinplaid]

alright let's try this again

welcome back!! new blog!!

Yay~~~.....

I'll set up some rules in order to make a good experience for both you and me 🙂

1. This is an NSFW blog, meaning anyone under 18+ needs to get out

2. don't send me pics of you trying to get my attention, I'll ask you to not do that and if you do it again.... well, sorry but I'm not replying anymore.

3. No Dick pics! That should be self explanatory... dick= block

4. I'm a human being too and I got a life outside tumblr, if I don't reply right away is because I'm either at work or I'm doing something else, don't think I'm ignoring you unless you broke rule no. 2

5. I'm only putting this one because it has already happened and I can't believe I'm saying this but... don't ask me to describe my pussy, seriously man.... that's creepy.

6. No I don't wanna meet irl

7. Please respect my gender, I know I may be a “futa” to some but talking about my genitals is just not appropriate. Specially without consent. A lot of us struggle with dysmorphia and we don’t like talking about it. So just keep it on the low

8. Any images and pics I post here are watermarked, I do not wanna see them used by a fake account. I will ask you to remove them if I do find out.

I wanna have fun too and I wanna be able to enjoy this as the pervert that I am 😁 I also wanna interact with all of you! I love replying to dms and asks! That's one of my favorite past times so please let's be fair and let's have some fun!!

Kink list

-pregnancy {obv}

- multiples

-breeding

-rapid pregnancy

-alien pregnancy

-cuminflation

-belly inflation

-noise play (as in not allowed to moan during sex)

-burping

-weight gain

-force feeding

-bdsm kinks such as spanking (yeah i’m not ashamed) bondage, CNC, orgasm denial, begging, degradation, being used, dominated.

-teasing

here is a list of stuff i’m not really into but don’t mind them:

-birth

-bursting

-water inflation

-animal breeding

-anal

here is a list of hard no’s

-underage

-cutting

-hot wax

-anything that would scar me

I might expand the list as time goes on but there it is!

FAQ:

-what's your ideal pregnancy size: triplets

-are you a feedee?: no

-do you want to...: no I don't want to be one

-sure?: yes

-are you pregnant?: I wish

-will there be a universe in the existential plane where humans are not the dominant species in our earth?: possibly

-you like marvel?: yes

-which movie?: yes

-you like sex?: yes

-how many times a week?: yes

-How big you wanna be?: yes

-how did you get into pregnancy?: I've always been into it as far as I can remember. It flourished in my teenage years when I finally realized seeing women in big bellies turned me on and wished to be like them. I fell in love with the idea of being pregnant and carrying around a pregnant belly with a baby inside.

-Are you pregnant?: no

-Is it pretend?: yes

-you sure you're not pregnant: I'm pretty sure

-do you wanna be?: I'll let you figure that out

-are you suuuuuure?: yes

-that belly looks real: it's fake!

-what are your kinks?: check my kink list

-How old are you?: check bio

-do you love me: I like you as a fan

-can I be your boyfriend/ girlfriend?: no sorry, I'm taken

-can I still be?: no

-please?: NO

[solunest]

p-please be gentle, this is new for me aaa

Not only that, but I found out how to change my skin and nails to a whole different color, so I thought it would be funny to masquerade as Solunest. It’s like a clever watermark, ish. That being said, I’m gonna change my profile picture too sometime soon.

A-Anyways! I know, I know, I have baby hands, my body...really didn’t grow much during puberty and it’s embarrassing. And the bell ribbon was made of a ribbon I bought at walmart, so aaaaa

I was inspired by the old ‘toon me’ kinda thing, where you took a picture of yourself, cut a bit out, and then drew what was missing in your style. For some reason I thought to just combine it all, heck-

Also, I bought cards, so I’m maybe gonna do something with that. I’m also trying to edit my hands to look like Iyecla’s, but that’ll probably be a whole thing later, aaaagh.

[ninjadudettekira]

This art piece made me scream into the fucking void omfg, this was brutal. 77 layers and a lot of folders on Ibis Paint X. Hopefully I didn’t miss any mistakes cause I did when I showed this to Discord, and while I was posting this I almost forgot to unhide Ben’s pillow. 

In one of the Ben 10 Discord’s I’m in, someone was like “Hey I’m working on a Ben 10 character mixtape and was tempted to add Brutal by Olivia Rodrigo for Ben just for these lines.” And I was like “Yo I’m tempted to draw that!” And here we are 4 days later. (In app time says like 16 hours and 18 minutes lmao.)  More details about the drawing under the cut cause, boy oh boy does Allie have a lot to talk about with this piece.

I used a lot of screenshots from the show as a reference in order to draw how I saw this in my head. The second one was actually a reference to Young Justice episode Misplaced where Billy saw Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad on the TVs from the store he was walking past. “I feel like no one wants me” I was originally just going to do only Azmuth and Ben, but I wanted to do a three thing and I ended up going with Julie since their relationship in UA was rocky. (I also debated using Grandpa Max over her, but I couldn’t think of a time where Max was like that.) Also fun fact everytime I kept writing “feel” I did “fell” and took me so long to get it right. I was gonna go with a school background, but I couldn’t get it right so I went with what I did. Y’all know how when your life is a mess everyone seems like a shadow to you and everything around you is fuzzy? That’s what I was going for there. Also the fact that people want Ben for his aliens, not himself.  “And I hate the way that I’m perceived” For the news report I did use the screenshot of that pose itself because I honestly couldn’t get it right when trying to freehanded it nor did I want to straight up trace it cause of how I had the TV screens. Figured there was no harm in using the screenshot itself for it. Just like “feel”, I had a tough time writing “perceived” correctly, I kept doing “pre-” over “per-”. Listen pretty sure I’m dyslexic so bare with me, English is hard. “I only have two real friends” Despite the fact that Kevin and Gwen are in their Season 3 Alien Force outfits, this takes place in UA. I went with those outfits for that lyric simply because I wanted to lmao. (And I guess cause it makes more sense cause before Vilgax came back the trio was having a good time? It makes sense I swear.) 

“And lately, I’m a nervous wreck” I was originally using a photo of Danny from Danny Phantom as a reference cause he’s been a nervous wreck in some episodes, and I couldn’t remember Ben ever being nervous like how I wanted to draw him to do a reference. But Danny just ended up being thrown out the window when that wasn’t working out, ended up doing what I did though.  I was originally gonna color the floor, but I was playing around with brushes on Ibis and that happened. I kept it cause it worked for what I was going for lol. 

Also just a FYI, my DeviantArt is Kira Sema so that’s why my watermark in the panels say that over my actual name/username here. I’m trying to keep my newer artwork with a consistent watermark that leads somewhere if someone were to look up the name. (Despite the fact I’m still very backlogged on uploading old/current artwork to my DA.)